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Hey guys! This week's story is up! A few weeks ago when I was writing What The Little Boy Saw, I fell in love with the Avery, Jack, and Mare. So what did I decide to do? Write more of there story of course! If all goes according to plan *crosses fingers* there should be one story for each grade. In the first story, the trio was in kindergarten and in this one they are in first grade. So I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I do and don't forget to comment! Stay Nerdy!​--Little Snake

The dress was absolutely horrid. Or at least, that was what I heard Auntie Ella say. I think it means that it’s ugliest thing on this planet. It was green but not the pretty green I used to color in the grass in my pictures. Ms. Beth, my first grade teacher, says my pictures are perfect so you know it’s a pretty green.

Why was I wearing this horrid dress? Well, I’m a wicked witch of course. And not just any wicked witch, the most wicked-ess and horrid witch to ever live in Mythica. I am Mare the Horrid and one day, after I get rid of King Teddy, I’ll rule over this kingdom myself! “Mwahahaha!” I laugh while walking over to my cauldron and picking up a piece of paper next to it. Picking up a spoon as well, I stir the sleeping potion and read the paper. Wanted: Mave the Horrid. King Teddy will give 100 gold to the brave knight who completes this task. I smile evilly and put the notice down. I’m the greatest witch in all of Mythica. No silly knight can defeat me.

I walk over to my shelves of ingredients, looking for what I need. “Aha!” I mumble, “There it is.” I pick up the jar labeled Troll’s Drool before walking back to the cauldron. Everybody knows that the most powerful sleeping potions always have Troll’s Drool in them. After its added, I stir the potion three more times. Now all I have to do is let it cook over the fire. It’s a pretty nice day out today. The clouds are all grey and the sky looks like it’s going to rain - the perfect day for being wicked. I pull up a chair next to the window of my hut. I live in the swamps and it’s always nice to see my pet alligators swimming in the muddy water.

Wait a second… what’s that? There are two shapes coming over the hill. No it can’t be; no night would be brave enough to try and defeat me! I stand up and gather a few already made potions into my arms before ducking behind my cauldron. It’s a huge grey pot so I know they won’t see me. Crash! My hut door bursts open. Peeking out from my hiding place, I see that it is two knights in shining black armor. I need to figure out a plan and fast.

“Do you see her anywhere, Jack?” I hear the dark haired one ask.

“No I don’t.” the brown haired one, who apparently is named Jack, walks over to my empty chair by the window, “But Avery, look! She was here recently.” he says, pointing to the chair I was sitting in not even two minutes ago.

The other one, Avery, takes my chair and puts it back by the table. Jack walks over to him and places a satchel on the table. “She didn’t even clean up her mess,” he says, shocked, “She truly is horrid.”

I finally have a plan, so I jump up out of my hiding spot. “You think you little knights can defeat me?” I say and they startle. Popping off the cap of a broccoli bomb potion, I throw it at their feet. Sir’s Avery and Jack jump out of the way. The bottle breaks open and the potion turns into piles of broccoli where they were standing just seconds before. “Do you have any last words before I trap you?” I say with an evil smile on my face.

“I am Sir Jack” the brown haired night starts and then points to the other knight, ‘And this is my friend, Sir Avery. We have come to cure the spell placed on you.” I look at him, confused.

He’s just trying to trick me. I think to myself. I grab my spoon and scoop up some sleeping potion from the cauldron. “I don’t know what you’re talking about because I am under no curse,” the two knights look at each other, and Sir Avery starts to speak but I cut him off, “ but you are about to be.” I throw the potion at Sir Jack. Before it can hit him, though, SIr Avery jumps in front of him.

“Avery!” Sir Jack exclaims as his friend is hit. Oh well, at least it hit one of them. He kneels by Sir Avery’s side and when he see’s that he is only sleeping, Sir Jack lets out a sigh of relief. Standing back up, he faces me. “Please Mare,” he takes a step closer and I take a step back, “It’s me Jack. I’m your friend and I want to help you.”

He continues to try and get close to me and I continue to walk backwards. “You aren’t my friend, I would never be friends with silly knights.” My back hits the shelves and I have nowhere to run. He takes a potion of his own out of the bag he dropped on the table when they first came in. It’s colored green and not the horrid kind my dress is. No, it’s a pretty grass green. He throws it on me before I can find something to defend myself with. All of a sudden I start to feel dizzy so I sit down.

“Mare?” Jack asks worriedly, “Are you alright?” I sit down on the ground and look up at him. He starts of a bit fuzzy but then I can see clearly again.

“Jack? Is it really you?” He nods and I jump up, giving him a hug. “I’m so so sorry Jack!” I exclaim.

He laughs and shakes his head. “It’s okay Mare - you were under a spell so I forgive you.” And then he frowns again, looking panicked, “but now we need to help Avery. What if he never wakes up!” We walk over to our friend and I nudge Jack before pointing to his potion bottle.

“It still has some of that pretty green potion you used on me,” I explain, “maybe it’ll help Avery as well.” His frown is gone and his smile returns as the potion is put on Avery. Avery’s eyes flutter open and he yawns while sitting up.

Avery looks at me and I tackle him in a hug. He looks somewhat afraid as I apologize to him. “Did it work?” he asks Jack. Jack nods and suddenly it turns into a group hug.

Just then, a giant bursts into the hut…

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“Mare! What on earth did you do to your dress?!” the giant - I mean - Auntie Ella asks. She rushes over to me and tries to wipe the paint off of my birthday dress.

I look over at Avery and Jack who have just as much paint on them. “It had to be done Auntie. I would've been a wicked witch all my life because of this horrid dress.” She looks at me funny and mutters something about how I knew what the word horrid means. Then Auntie looks over at Jack and Avery and I'm pretty sure she becomes a ghost.

“You kids and your imagination,” she shakes her head, “while I do love that you're so creative, it sure can be a mess.” She laughs and stands up. “Come on boys, let's get you cleaned up and then I'll help Mare get changed too.” Avery, Jack and Auntie start to walk out of my room but my two best friends rush back to me.

“Happy seventh birthday Mare!” They say and give me a hug. Auntie tells me to wait here and then takes Avery and Jack to get changed. Smiling to myself, I look at my dress. It really is absolutely horrid. But at least I had two brave knights to help me defeat it.

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